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“That is another French custom,” he remarked, “which is not so agreeable. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you
if you had taken the veil. This lifeless appearance was
heightened by the extreme sharpness of her features—especially the nose and
chin,—and by the emaciation of her limbs, which was painfully distinct through
her drapery. “I wish this hadn’t turned up to-day of all
days. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his
face in his hands. Someone had thoughtfully wrapped a bit of tissue
paper round the electric bulb. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. She asked no further questions for the moment. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears,
"she would never have died thus. Indeed, if he had been ignorant of it, the sound of voices which he
could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him. “I’m thirsty. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?”
“He—he worships the ground you tread on. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles,
The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract
his mind.
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